When I was 19 years old, a friend set me up on a blind date.
He was tall and blonde, and I was in love. We met at his restaurant of choice: Ivars, Fish and Chips. He even paid for the all you can eat buffet. I was totally in love.
It was too good to be true, and I knew I should have seen the warning signs. I overlooked the fact that he didn't have a valid I.D, or that he for some odd reason didn't want to leave fingerprints anywhere and was always wiping everything down.
And of course, he was obsessed with telling me how easy it would be to kill somebody...like draining their brake fluids, or poisoning their toothpaste.
No, I didn't see any of that, until he stood me up one night when he was supposed to take me out to Arby's.
And the next morning, there it was on the front page: Serial killer, finally arrested.
This blog is the collected stories of my dating experiences, and how I lived to survive another blind date.
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